Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts

Trolling, I'm about to clown

Let me go and turn the bass up (Turn it up)

Holding that Glock nine, in case a hater run up

Golden, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts

I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor

It's just me and that dodo

These bops strolling, I stop and poke 'em

But I'm trying to get that dough, ho

Ridin' dirty, ain't no hobo

It's just me strapped up like a GoPro

And I'm one deep; Han Solo

Laws trying to capture me like a photo, hustle

All I need is two cups of drank

With the system crank in the fifth of faint

See me pulling pranks in my candy paint

Pull broads around me in crowds

Vogue tires when I hit the breaks

My hustle skills you can't debate

Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank

Till I'm dead and up in them clouds

Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith

Riding outta state with a Texas plate

Speakers in the back beating like an ape

4 15"s Rockford Fosgate

Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate

But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait

Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape

All I got till I'm in the grave

Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle

Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5

I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)

Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space

Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)

Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013

Boy, we gotta (hustle)

We gotta, we gotta (hustle)

You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)

Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5

I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)

Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space

Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)

Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013

Boy, we gotta (hustle)

We gotta, we gotta (hustle)

You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)

Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe in the people

That I was put in-front of

and told that I had an opportunity

To become a part of a situation that put me in a position

To maybe some day break out of a small town, I guess

I fell for the okey-doke

I suppose, I couldn't turn around in the hokey-poke game

To see lames and other folks who

thought a joke was being played on me

Oh well, the story goes again, here we go again

I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin

I can hear the sound of the gate closing in

And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in

Cause they all wanna go sight-seeing

Hop in the Chevy and ride for a little while

Then they kinda wanna drive

Even make a turn, off a road you ain't familiar with

And offer to pay for the gas for a little bit, then

Before you know it, you got a best friend

But when he started off, he was just hitch-hiking

Should have heard real when they said "Wolf for real

If ya chill, then you'll find another one just like him"

But it's hard as a motherfucker to say No

When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro

And everything that he's saying

He's saying to pay him close attention

So you put your hand low

Palms out, opened, hoping

And you can't even see that engine smokin'

Plus all the money that he gave, you owe him

Rear view mirrors all of them broken

Black boys, white boys, just a token

For the slot-machine, and the gambling notion

Scamming and scoping, the animal inside

The cannibal chose him, me

I fell for another man's hustle

Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5

I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)

Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space

Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)

Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013

Boy, we gotta (hustle)

We gotta, we gotta (hustle)

You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)

Pack it up and send it all away 9 to 5

I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)

Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space

Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)

Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013

Boy, we gotta (hustle)

We gotta, we gotta (hustle)